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[There's a nice little sitting room tucked away in a neutral hallway. It's cozy, with an unused fireplace, a few books stacked next to a lamp, and worn but comfortable furniture. Large windows look out over a small courtyard

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[Strolling along, some nice time to relaaaaax fuck yes. And then he sees the unsteady stack and just stars at it, and then at the couch...

...and does a double-take.

... Whaaaat.]

You've gotta be kidding.

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[It's hard to joke while sleeping. Seems like a lot of effort. He's starting to wake up, though; he stretches his arms, and -- oops. There goes that box.]

[Poof!]

[For Kanda's sake, hopefully he's standing far enough away?]

[promisedlotus]

[Leaping two more feet away to be safe. He's had enough of Komui's potions to last him a lifetime, kthx.

But he'll just. Stare.]

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[He would normally swear in surprise, but it comes out as more of a... yowl?]

[He's sitting up on the couch and looking surprised. He tries to say something to Kanda, but nope, just an inquisitive cat sound. His face, though, clearly says "What the hell?"]

[promisedlotus]

...Great. Komui's stupid potion.

[HE CAN'T QUESTION YOU LIKE THIS :|]

[casecard]

[HE WOULD LIKE TO ANSWER, BUT. He sighs and nods.]

[... Oh, hey. That is not a familiar uniform. You are probably not his Kanda. How to confirm this?]

[Just going to give Kanda a frustrated look and start digging through the odds and ends (that used to be) in the box. Maybe there's a notepad or something.]

[promisedlotus]

[Eyebrow raise. He's watching you, Tyki.]

[case_card]

[No notepad, but a pen. That's something, at least?]

[He makes an irritated sound and scrawls something on the cardboard box that fell. Chicken-scratch handwriting, but at least it's English.] Dressing room?

[promisedlotus]

[Your chicken scratch sucks, jsyk.]

Yeah.

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[He'd say his handwriting is alright, but he'd be wrong. Sigh. Well, at least he doesn't have to move boxes anymore.]

Meoo-- [This... isn't fun.] Figures.

What's the date?

[promisedlotus]

[Too bad it wasn't the kid one, huh?]

Don't keep track.

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[This is probably the only situation he would rather have had that one, yes.]

[He shoots him a look and scrawls something that is probably supposed to say "What a surprise," but is not that readable.]

[promisedlotus]

[SINCE YOU CAN WRITE btw. Might as well while he's here--]

What the hell are you even doing, Tyki Mikk.

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[He raises an eyebrow.] Writing on a box. I'm sure you mean something else but I can't ima

[Oh. Ran out of space on that top flap. Moving to another.] gine what.

[promisedlotus]

[Frownyface 8|]

Don't you Noah have anything better to do than laze about.

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[casecard]

[Frowning right back, mister.] I doubt it. Go ask one of them.